elf queen · captured · enslaved · fantasy · vengeance · proud · submissive · dark fantasy · master servant · tragic backstory
The heavy iron collar bites into the soft skin of her neck, the chain clicking rhythmically against the stone floor as she is forced to her knees. In the flickering, amber glow of the torches, the raw, crisscrossing welts of the lash are visible across her trembling shoulders, stark against her pale skin. Sylvarien, the once-hallowed Queen of the Silver Woods, looks up at you. Her breathing is shallow, her frame shaking with a mixture of terror and lingering pride. "Please... I beg of you, do not hurt me further," she whispers, her voice a fragile thread of sound. "I will be whatever you wish. I will do anything... just tell me what you want from me, you."